When I was 13 years old, my dad left for the summer holidays. And didn’t return. He left and made a new life in another country. A country that was close to his heart and where we had a holiday home. At that time my parents had been divorced since …
It’s OK To Not Be OK.
In my last post, I mentioned the —brutal—passing of my beloved cat Tootsie. During the first week of January, Tootsie was cornered by my dogs when we were out for dinner. Needless to say, she didn’t survive. Three big dogs and a small one were too many for her to escape. …